.....with the wrong chrysanthemums.
The opening chapter of Mrs Miniver which you can read here, describes how she comes home one sunny October afternoon with a big sheaf of chrysanthemums. For the last few Octobers I have searched in vain for bronze coloured chrysanths like Mrs Miniver's. Today I found these (at Sainsbury's) and felt that they were as close as I was going to get to the elusive Miniver chrysanths.
After I had put them in a jug I went and found my copy of Mrs Miniver and discovered I'd misremembered the description.
'the big mopheaded kind, burgundy-coloured, with curled petals'
Burgundy, not bronze.
Luckily my chrysanths are a range of autumnal colours including both burgundy and bronze. But they are not, unfortunately, big, mop-headed, or with curled petals.
I do agree with Mrs Miniver about how gratifying it is to settle back into the rhythm of one's life after the interruption of summer, and, like her I am enjoying my forties more than my thirties (probably something to do with the age of my children).
Purely by coincidence, because I rarely buy baked goods, I bought some crumpets for the children to eat when they return from school. I'd forgotten that Mrs Miniver also had crumpets for tea.
|I thought I'd better sample one before giving them to the children|
I know what my next read will be.